After the last year of losing my voice at bad moments, I am going to see a specialist tomorrow. For a long long time I wanted this to be just another result of not-so-good resistance to colds, something to be cured with healthy food, vitamins and exercize. If this is what I fear, at the best I am able to retrain my voice, at the worst I have to get a job where I don't have to teach.
And that would, as it's so eloquently expressed in English, suck.
Yes, I am scared today. Scared enough that I am deeply unhappy about the male locker-room humour of our staff room, which I thought the last 15 years had made me deaf to. The day after tomorrow I may have a wonder drug in my hands and an arrogant laughter in my throath.